Our Japanese Cherry tree is blooming again. It lasts but one week. Yet it is a work of art during its brief blossoming time. Art to the eyes as well as the nose. Just yesterday as I was tending to some yard cleaning, I mindlessly passed under the tree and was struck by its intense fragrance. One week, only one week. Yet what a gloriously spectacular week.
Soon the pedals will fall, covering the lawn with springtime snow, reminding us of that long, snowy winter past. The curtain will come down for another 51 weeks. Yet, one ought to be reminded to live in the moment.